Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 781 Blood Rage

Xia Lin went to the restroom during the meal, leaving only four people at the table. Bean Sprout's expression changed within seconds. She lowered her head slightly and looked up at the younger person opposite her.

In the blink of an eye, the junior member of the Dugu family was already trembling all over.

Douyazi, being the kind of person she was, could certainly see what this young girl meant, but she didn't say anything. She just gave her a small warning, letting her understand that she shouldn't follow the bad influences of her family at such a young age.

But she obviously didn't care too much. After all, if Xia Lin liked even a young girl with such good looks, he wouldn't live to be forty and would die.

Given Xia Lin's status and abilities, the number of people who wanted to seduce a Diao Chan-level sister into his arms could stretch from Zhengyang Gate in Jinling to Xuanwu Gate in Chang'an.

Judging from his conversation with the two children, he does indeed treat the little girl like a child.

As for whether he knew what this little brat was planning, even Douyazi could see it, so how could he not? He just didn't care.

The bloodline limit of the Dugu family is truly indescribable; their sense of smell is so acute it's like they've been given a cheat code.

After dinner, Xia Lin paid the bill and asked, "Are you two going to see the Four Heroes of the Wind and Dust together?"

Bean Sprout waved her hands repeatedly: "I can't handle that kind of trouble, you should go by yourself."

Xia Lin didn't take these words seriously and took the two children to the Grand Theater. When they arrived, wow, the line to enter had already stretched three times, and the queue was over a mile long.

Older people might call it unconventional, but it's totally appealing to the teenagers who come to see the performance.

The ratio of men to women here is about 70% to 30%, and the average age is less than 20. Most of them have completely forgotten that "our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents." They have short hair and wear what most people would call strange clothes.

To be honest, he really does have the vibe of a new-era rock youth.

Upon arriving, Xia Lin didn't notice anything amiss and followed the two children into the grand theater.

He's one of the few people over thirty who still comes here, but I have to say, there are a lot of young women here...

As the performance time approached, the carbon filament lights on the main stage suddenly lit up, followed by a burst of dynamic drumbeats.

Upon hearing the drumbeat, the entire audience erupted in excitement, the roaring sound like a tidal wave causing Xia Lin to furrow his brow.

But I have to say the atmosphere was really great, it even felt a bit like a real concert.

"That's impressive, it's gotten this far."

Then came the string music, similar to the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle), a very loud sound, accompanied by drumbeats that were quite exciting.

Xia Lin realized that this thing had actually formed a band. In this era of bland and tasteless life, this thing was like a Cthulhu. No wonder the older people outside said that this was called the collapse of morality and social order. Wasn't this just a clear case of the worship of evil gods?

and many more……

Xia Lin suddenly realized something was wrong: the volume was amplified! The volume just now definitely wasn't from the instruments themselves; they had amplified it!

Goodness, they've been gone so long, have they even come up with this kind of technology from their science and technology bureau? Wow, that's really impressive. It's true that there's no shortage of smart people in any era.

Just then, the curtain opened, revealing four people on stage. In front of them was something resembling a microphone. Although it was quite crude, the principle behind it was not difficult, and could even be described as simple. Given the foundation of the Science and Technology Bureau, it was not surprising that they could produce this.

These people were wearing leather jackets, which were decorated with sequins made from polished seashell fragments. When the stage lights shone on them, they looked radiant.

The key point is that these four people are also wearing sunglasses. Xia Lin knows about these things. They were something they played with when they were messing around with resin before. Although they didn't assemble them on a large scale, they had already developed them. He just didn't expect them to actually make them look so professional.

Sunglasses, sequined clothes, microphone, percussion and orchestra—isn't this exactly a band?

The four people on stage all had short, round haircuts, looking rebellious yet trendy. They were focused on fiddling with their instruments, and the powerful music they created together even impressed Xia Lin himself.

However, because of their makeup and cool expressions, and because Xia Lin's seat was quite far away, she couldn't see the people on stage clearly, but the singing had already started.

The lyrics they sang startled Xia Lin, because they were lyrics he had copied to expand the content of "A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire." The original lyrics were Xin Qiji's "Remembering the Past at Beigu Pavilion in Jingkou," which he had simply modified a few words to create the new version.

This is actually a highly ironic poem, especially the line "How can one bear to look back, at the shrine of Emperor Taizong of Tang, a scene of crows and drums of the local gods and shrines," which is so egregious that it could be used to behead someone, since Emperor Taizong of Tang was the nickname of Tuoba Tao, who was the Holy Ancestor of the Great Wei Dynasty.

This phrase, when applied to the present day, clearly implies that the current emperor has forgotten the glory of his ancestor, treating the Buddha Shrine merely as a place to worship deities, while failing to carry on the great achievements of his ancestor and silently watching the crows under the shrine steal offerings.

What's the difference between this and the emperor's face covered in slaps?
Upon hearing this, Xia Lin immediately looked around. He knew that Tuoba Jing was currently in Fuliang, and given his nature, he might even be sitting in the audience today. He was worried that Tuoba Jing might cause some trouble...

After searching around and not finding anyone, Xia Lin was still a little worried and continued to look around, but there seemed to be no special reaction, so he finally felt relieved.

But soon after the song was finished, amidst the screams of the young fans, the music for the second song began.

This time the music was even more stirring, and the moment the prelude began, his scalp tingled. He knew the tune all too well; it was the opening theme of their internal publication, "Red Star." Only four people knew it: himself, Old Zhang, Tuoba Jing, and Dugu Han. Xia Lin had designated this publication as an internal warning, its content absolutely forbidden from being circulated, because even a single sentence leaked would cause a huge uproar.

The main content here is that Xia Lin created a fictional world in which the Central Kingdom experienced countless hardships and moved forward for thousands of years. Its core theme is anti-imperialism, anti-feudalism, anti-aristocratic families, anti-clan elders, and anti-gentry.

It's basically the ultimate book of traitors, turning against anyone and everything, and the very first sentence is, "There has never been a savior..."

And now, this song has appeared here.

Hey friend! Stop fooling around, you'll get your head chopped off.

However, he quickly calmed down. If singing this kind of thing in a public place wouldn't get him chained up by the spies from the Bureau of Investigation and burned the whole place to the ground, then there must be a sorcerer behind it all. "Come."

As Xia Lin listened to the entire audience singing "The Internationale," a sound that sent chills down his spine, he turned around and woke up a spy hidden in the shadows. The man quickly walked up to him, bent down, and said, "Check who's behind this band."

"Ah this..."

The scout hesitated noticeably, and when Xia Lin saw his expression, his eyes widened in shock: "That damned Tuoba Jing!"

At that moment, Xia Lin felt the blood rush to the top of his head, his temples throbbed, and his head throbbed with pain from the intense pulse.

His breathing gradually became rapid. He quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest and dripped two drops of liquid into his mouth. It took a while for his breathing to calm down.

Nitroglycerin is really useful; it has saved him from countless dangerous situations.

However, he did not react on the spot. Instead, he sat there quietly, calmed himself down, and waited until the song of the rebels was over before slowly getting up.

In the process, he actually figured it out. This was indeed something Tuoba Jing was capable of doing. That guy was an extreme romantic and a born berserker. The ultimate destination of a romantic is probably extreme sports and rock and roll, while the destiny of a berserker is to fight. So, putting rock and roll and fighting together, that is obviously revolution.

Emperor Jingtai, who had lived a life of passive acceptance, still had a passionate heart. He had said long ago that being an emperor was no fun, but now he seemed to have found his own way of balancing things, satisfying his rebellious spirit that had never been satisfied. So he openly rebelled.

No one can rebel against him, so he rebels against himself, recklessly causing trouble, and then using these experiences that others never have in their entire lives to satisfy his need for dopamine and adrenaline.

That's why it's said that the emperors of the northern minority regimes all went mad. Tuoba Jing was mad in a sense, but his madness was even more bizarre. He didn't rape sheep or do cruel things, but he took his autocratic rule to the extreme in another area.

No wonder, no wonder. No wonder this crappy band can attract so many teenagers, so rebellious. It just happens to hit on their emotional needs during their rebellious phase. Since the Han Dynasty, Confucianism and Legalism have been the dominant ideology. Now, people who have been educated by Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher all their lives are hit with a heavy blow: "There have never been any gods or emperors."

Those who can't accept it will hurl insults and condemn the collapse of morality; those who can accept it will gladly accept it.

Xia Lin clutched his chest and went outside, taking several deep breaths of fresh air before he finally calmed down. At that moment, Xiao Jianzhi looked at him with considerable concern and asked, "Uncle, are you feeling any better?"

"You take little Sister Dugu home first, I'd like to have some peace and quiet by myself."

"Uncle, are you really alright?"

"It's alright." Xia Lin patted his head. "Go ahead."

After saying that, he glanced at Dugu Xiaomei and said, "Let Jianzhi take you back. Don't wander around. You have class tomorrow."

"Are you alright?" Dugu Xiaomei stepped forward to help him up, but Xia Lin refused: "I'm fine, I'll be alright after a rest."

Watching the two children leave, Xia Lin turned around and headed back into the theater.

Backstage, the group who had just finished their performance were sitting around a table, eating hot pot and reviewing the rehearsal.

"The atmosphere should have been even more intense just now. I think the four of us aren't enough. We should add some more people to make the band bigger. Then we can put together that song, 'The Wind Is Howling, the Horses Are Neighing, the Yellow River Is Roaring.'"

“That’s not good…” Li Yuanji coughed. “That broadsword was meant to cut off the heads of my Li family.”

"Chop! Why shouldn't I chop? I've already shouted that there have never been any god-like emperors, and you're heartbroken to chop off two heads from your Li family?"

Just then, their room door was kicked open with a bang, and sure enough, Xia Lin was standing outside, followed by several guards with troubled expressions.

The moment he appeared, the room suddenly went cold, with only the bubbling sound of the hot pot echoing repeatedly.

Now, the group of people who had removed their makeup sat there, holding bowls and staring at Xia Lin at the door. Xia Lin was also looking at them. The Emperor of Great Wei, the Third Prince of Great Wei, and the Third Prince of Li Tang were all sitting there, their expressions frozen on the last trace of arrogance.

"run!"

At Tuoba Jing's command, the three scattered out of the windows and the back door like birds and beasts, leaving only the academy student who had been conscripted. He looked at Xia Lin and then at the hot pot, and asked in a low voice, "Can I... still eat?"

Xia Lin ignored him, turned around and slammed the door, breaking a section of the door frame. But who knew that less than two minutes later, the three men actually crawled back through the window. They were dusty and covered in dirt, but they were clearly relieved to have survived a disaster.

"That terrified me." Emperor Jingtai took a deep breath and picked up his bowl again. "Eat, eat, eat. You're not planting crops because you hear cicadas chirping? Where were we? Oh, get more people. Tomorrow, Third Brother, you go and find some exceptionally talented people. Didn't he get that instrument called a piano before? Who can play it? Get it over there. Also, we need more drummers. Drums are the soul of the instrument. Let Sanhu sing the lead vocals. His voice is suitable. See if we can find a few more people to play the bass drum. The snare drum is very powerful, but it's difficult. We need to find someone to train them specifically."

Who would have thought that just as he began to lay out his plans, Xia Lin launched a surprise attack and pushed the door open again.

However, this time when he came over, he had several iron chains in his hand. He locked the window and the back door with a snap, and stood there with a cold face: "Run, try to run again."

Tuoba Jing fell silent for a moment, then scooped a piece of meat from the pot and put it to his mouth. Before even eating, he looked up and asked, "Have you eaten? Want to eat some together?"

Xia Lin stepped forward and stood in front of him: "I'm covered in blood outside, what are you doing here?"

"I……"

Tuoba Jing swallowed hard, shrank his neck, and looked at his younger brothers, but they were all afraid and quickly looked away from him.

After a while, he felt that this was not going to go on, so he stood up and said, "I'm laying a good foundation for you. You said you wanted to train soldiers, so I'm helping you."

“Alright.” Xia Lin sat down with a cold face: “Now I will tell you the story of a foreign king named Louis XVI.”

(End of this chapter)